The spring where the sun never rises..

The evening was still. It was already dark outside and only a vague outline of still leaves can be seen from the window.

He slowly blinked. The only vague outline that could be seen gradually blurred, until it turned to a unrecognizable shadows mingled with one another. He didn't know if it was because he didn't wear his spectacles at the moment , or because his eyes were already full of stinging tears.

He didn't bother to raise his hand to wipe those warm tears, only staring out of the window in a daze. Even though he stared and stared , those lost eyes saw nothing but darkness. His surrounding was submerged in shadows, the only faint light coming from the window loosely covered with curtains.

Lively voices came from the other side of the window, pearly laughter with playful voices. But those had nothing to do with him. Like standing at the bottom of a pit and peeking at the cheerful environment above. They belonged to two entirely different worlds. Those heartfelt moments, he never belonged to them.

He felt the slight wetness trickling down his face, bringing a scalding hotness as well as a gentle warmth.

But he was okay. In this locked up room, there was nobody here. Except himself. Nobody to embrace him and console him. And nobody to laugh at his tears.

Huddled inside the slightly cold and thin cover, he felt a chill permeant his bones. Nevertheless he felt extremely secure. After all nobody could hurt him here.

The reason for those trailing tears, he could no longer remember. After all, there were so many, so many such moments. He only knew he was safe here. He could stay peacefully in this dark heaven, until he was ready again, ready to face those things and to hide his feelings again.

He didn't like to cry.

And he was rational, able to not to cry most of the time. Only occasionally would this tears come: when he was unable to bare any longer and release the pent up feelings. Like a beast licking its wounds in a unmanned corner, away from all the eyes.

Here, this is his room. The room where he slept most of the time, after he moved out. It is a guest room.

The time seemed still. After an unknown period of time, he heard the soft sound of a door creaking. So he's... back?

Zane slowly closed his sore eyes.